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“Don’t you want to wait until after your first shift to go out?” Whitaker asked as he fiddled with the outfit Trinity forced him to wear. It was a mesh shirt with leather in the middle and a zipper, that he paired with tight leather pants. His eyebrow piercing was a cheap fake diamond stud that he was dreading taking out for work. His outfit showed off more skin than he was comfortable with, but he hadn't had sex since he moved to Pittsburgh and he was willing to try anything.

His best friend walked out of the bathroom of the apartment they shared and his eyes widened at what she was wearing. Her cleavage seemed locked in place, pushed up together underneath a tight leather top with various overlaid leather straps leading up to her neck and wrapped around it like a collar. It was cropped, showing off her bare stomach with her pierced belly button, and paired with a leather skirt that was inappropriate for any occasion besides the club they planned to go to and leather-heeled boots. “Jesus.”

She smiled. “How fuckable do I look huckleberry?”

He cringed, his eyebrows creasing as he shook his head, trying to push away the thought. “Ew Trin.”

She rolled her eyes as she walked over to a closet near the front door to look for a jacket. “You’re so annoying, I say you look twinkalicious and say guys will be all over you all the time. Can you just answer?”

“You look, very fuckable.” He said awkwardly.

She turned to look at him and broke out in laughter. “Thanks, hon.”

“Are you sure we have to go out tonight?” He asked as he gathered his things.

“Yes, it’s our first night together and we will be exhausted tomorrow night.” She slipped a stylish black trench coat over her outfit. She had just flown in that morning and their first shift was supposed to be bright and early the next day. Whitaker had already been living in the apartment they were set to share, as she was supposed to move in a month ago but unfortunately had a family emergency that prevented it.

“Besides, don’t you wanna relieve some of that stress before you add to it?”

He nodded, she had a point; she often did.

They ubered to the club and waited in a small line before showing their IDs at the door. They were on the list, they had taken care of ensuring their membership weeks ago, but Dennis was too scared to go alone at least that's what Trinity thought, but maybe he wanted her to feel needed and didn’t want to go without her because she’d feel left out. She was his rock, she liked to protect him, and sometimes he was willing to let her think she was more needed than she was. He had never been friends with another submissive before her, it was nice. She was the type that you didn’t expect it from, it was only something she was capable of doing in bed or in a relationship because everywhere else she needed to feel in control.

They checked their coats, and phones and kept their distance from each other as they walked into the club. Dennis licked his bottom lip as his eyes trailed through the bodies surrounding them. He had always felt quite comfortable around nudity. Maybe it was because he had delivered calves at the age of twelve, or the amount of porn he consumed the second he had access to a computer but he had never truly been scandalized by the sight of nude bodies. He enjoyed them, even the ones he wasn’t attracted to. He still found beauty in watching women during scenes.

“Do you want a drink huckleberry?”

“They don’t serve alcohol Trin.” He said as his eyes fell over a group in the corner of the club. There were two older men sitting beside each other talking to each other. Each of them had a beautiful sub sitting on top of their lap. The man on the right had a beard, and a lanky nearly naked male submissive sat on top of him with his head against his doms shoulder. The man on the left, who was greying, had a younger woman sitting with her elbow resting on his shoulder as she nuzzled his ear with her nose. The men were fully clothed, but their subs wore nothing but collars around their necks and underwear.

“They serve other drinks.”

He nodded, his eyes locked with the dom on the right and he immediately cowered and bowed his head, assuming the dom was uninterested, or even offended by his staring. As he walked away with Trinity, he missed the way the dom smiled.

He ordered a coke at the bar and stared down at it defeatedly as he thought about the doms in the corner. He had never really had a scene with an experienced dom. Most of his experience was from grindr hookups who were clearly only into rough sex and choking improperly. The way the doms had their subs sat in their lap, naked on display but still so close was beautiful to him. He couldn’t help but think about it, fantasizing about having an older man with more experience in BDSM than the amount years he'd been alive taking care of him.

Santos eyed a woman across the bar. The woman was wearing black pants that looked like tight jeans with a tight-fitting black leather top that cutoff into short sleeves, with leather gloves, she was clearly very in shape. Trinity batted her eyelashes at her and reached her tongue out to grab her straw and sip her drink as she made eye contact with the dom. She wondered if she kept her gloves on as she fingered girls. “If I don’t get fucked tonight you’re gonna have to sleep with earplugs in.” She nearly drooled as the older woman walked closer to them. She turned away, her heart racing as she tried to play it cool.

“Gross.” Dennis pouted.

The woman came up behind them and hovered her hand on Trinity’s lower back as she squeezed into the seat next to her at the bar. “I’ve never seen you here before.” She said quietly.

Trinity turned over her shoulder and smiled. “Maybe you never looked hard enough.”

The woman looked down at her outfit, eyes falling over her cleavage as she tilted her head and smiled. “Don’t think I’d have missed something like this.”

“No?” Trinity bit her lip, her face turning a little red.

“You’re not taken I assume.” The woman looked at the boy beside her.

Trinity shook her head. “He’s just a friend. I don’t play with boys.”

“So you’re looking to play?”

“Only if I find someone qualified to handle me.”

The woman smiled. “Yara.”

Trinity reached her hand out. She was supposed to use a different name, it was in the club's rules of engagement. “Tris.”

Dennis looked over his shoulder in confusion then remembered what Trinity had told him. Now he had to come up with a fake name for himself.

“Well, Tris, would you like to take this somewhere a little quieter?”

Trinity nodded immediately. She turned to look back at Dennis and he waved her off.

“Stay safe.”

“He’ll be okay, if you need anything find a staff member. They glow.” Yara said before placing her hand on Trinity’s lower back and guiding her away from the bar.

Dennis took a deep breath stood up and walked away from the bar, he felt lost without Trinity. He didn’t want to admit it but he didn’t know how to sell himself like she did. He didn’t know how to flirt. He hated trying to attract someone. He walked around the room, eyeing a few open scenes with curious eyes. A few different men looked at him but they didn’t feel like people he wanted to walk up to. As he turned around a corner he ran into someone. It was the sub from earlier, from the man’s lap. He had a collar around his neck that Dennis didn’t notice before. Dennis spilled his drink all over him.

The man took a deep breath and took a step back as he tried to calm himself.

“I’m so sorry.” Dennis’s heart shattered in embarrassment, he wanted to just go home.

The sub said nothing and did not make eye contact with him before he turned around and left. Dennis retreated back to the bar and sat there quietly like he was putting himself in timeout. He stayed there for a long time, scared of embarrassing himself further. But someone came up and sat beside him.

“You look down.”

He shrugged, sipping his new Coke that the bartender replaced. He didn’t look at the man.

“I heard you had a little accident.”

His ears turned red as he looked to the side and saw the man with greying hair, the beautiful woman was nowhere to be seen. He nodded his head quietly, cowering in the presence of the dom. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, he’s a control freak. It was a good lesson.”

Dennis couldn’t help but stare. The man was beautiful. He knew he already had a sub, but he still felt so drawn to him. He could feel his experience, he could feel that he was respected here, he just knew he was a regular. He never wanted to show his face again.

“Is it your first time coming here?”

Dennis nodded.

“Is it your first time coming anywhere like this?”

He nodded again.

“You want to come apologize?”

“I tried to but he didn’t seem to wanna be around me…”

“ I don’t mean to him, I mean to his owner. For soiling his sub, and touching him.”

“I didn’t-”

“You ran into him when he had strict orders not to touch, or talk to anyone within the walls of the facility without permission.”

“Oh.” Dennis swallowed nervously, he felt like he was going to cry.

“It’s okay, he’s not mad. You’re not his to punish. He just wants to meet you.”

Dennis wanted to meet him badly but not under these circumstances. “Okay.”

“Excellent.”

“What’s your name?” Dennis asked quietly as he stood up from his stool at the bar.

“You can just call me sir if that’s okay with you.” He said as he offered the younger man his arm.

Dennis wrapped his arm around the older man’s and followed him away from the bar and into another room. When he entereded the room he saw the lanky man tied up with his arms above his head, a metal bar separating his legs, and red lashes across his body. His dom was not beside him, he instead was sitting on a black leather couch with the beautiful woman draped over his lap. Dennis’s eyes widened, he had thought the doms each had their own sub but it seemed they shared them. The man let go of his arm.

Yara's hand slipped around her back and gripped her waist as they walked. “What kind of experience as a submissive are you working with?”

Trinity swallowed, she felt tempted to lie about her qualifications but she knew that was not a way to start a relationship with an experienced dom. “Very little formal experience..” She said quietly. “But I’m looking to learn.”

Yara smiled. “I don’t mind training new kittens.”

“Even if they bite?” Trinity batted her eyes at her.

Yara dug her nails into the soft skin of Trinity’s side and nodded. “Private or semi-private room?”

“I’m okay with whatever.”

Yara stopped in place and shook her head as she made direct eye contact with the younger woman. “Try again.”

Trinity swallowed, her face flushed as she nodded. It was embarrassing, but she still felt safe. Like it was okay to make a mistake. “Private please.”

She started walking again, pulling Trinity with her. “Good girl, if I ask you a question it’s because I want you to decide. You understand?”

“Yes.”

“We’ll talk about specifics once we’re in a room. Is it okay if we go into one that’s pretty well stocked? There will be some scary toys in there but we don’t have to use any you don’t want to.”

“Yeah, that’s okay with me.” Trinity felt so much shyer than she was before, almost all her confidence had melted away.

Yara guided her towards a hallway, there were lights above and below the doors that were red and green. The red ones were occupied and the green ones were available. She pulled out a plastic card and hovered it over one of the doors before opening it and nodding for Tris to go inside.

Trinity walked inside the room and her breath hitched slightly as she took in the various medieval-looking devices and tools around the room. Some looked utterly excruciating, like true torture devices, while others looked more tame and like things she had used before or would be comfortable trying.

Yara walked over to a wall and took a crop off of the wall. She sat down on a bench and nodded toward the space in front of her.

Trinity walked over towards her shyly.

“Are you comfortable standing in wait for me as we discuss our time together?” Yara took the crop and moved it over her hand as she watched the girl in front of her like she was still contemplating if she was worth playing with.

“Yes.” Trinity placed her arms behind her back.

Yara looked down at her feet, she gently traced the crop alongside the girl's leg. “Spread 'em slightly.”

Trinity spaced her feet apart and the dom smiled.

“Good girl. Well, you can listen, that’s always a good sign.”

Trinity blushed.

“But so can a dog.” Yara bit her lip as she admired the beautiful woman. “Is it okay if we talk about a title first? I don’t usually allow pretty little things like yourself to go this long without demanding they use a title.”

“Yes, please.” Trinity nodded immediately, it was uncomfortable not knowing what she should call her.

“What’s something you’d feel comfortable using.”

Trinity turned a little red. “It’s not really like a conventional one.” She swallowed.

“I’m sure I’ve heard them all by now.”

“Doctor,” Trinity said quietly. Truth was she had developed an unhealthy obsession with the idea of being with a doctor since she started medical school. She had always loved nitrile gloves, and was a little too obedient when it came to female doctors. Yara gave her a look she didn’t quite understand. “It doesn’t have to be that.”

“Why did you decide that?”

“It’s kind of personal, a fantasy I guess. I’m okay with something else.” Trinity scratched at her wrist behind her back. A little scared she disappointed the dom.

“No, I like it. I don’t think I have played doctor here. You did manage to shock me. Would that make you my patient?”

Trinity shook her head slightly. “Could I be a student?”

Yara laughed. “A med student?”

Trinity nodded.

“Alright then. I’m sure I can manage that. You don’t have to only use that one but while we’re playing I will insist you use something. Now, let’s discuss your boundaries.”

Dennis stared at the dom and the woman in the man’s lap.

The female sub whispered in the dom’s ear.

The dom looked up at him and smiled quietly. “Hello there.”

“I’m sorry about touching your sub,” Dennis said unsurely, as he avoided eye contact with the intimidating man.

The man smiled. “You didn’t do it on purpose did you?”

Dennis shook his head.

“I’m sure you’d never break a rule on purpose would you?”

The restrained sub made a snort at his doms comments and Dennis heard a crack through the air. He flinched at the sound. He looked to the side and saw the grey-haired man standing beside him with a flogger in his hand and a fresh set of red marks against the sub's skin. He cowered as he looked back towards the other man, but down near his feet.

“Is this your first time here?” The grey-haired man asked.

“Yes.”

“We had a really easy scene planned for him tonight but he lost his privileges after his little fit. James and I are looking to potentially bring in a new person to play with instead. Are you looking to play?”

Dennis looked up at him slightly and pointed towards himself. “Me?”

The bearded man nodded. “We’re more than willing to play if you are agreeable.”

Dennis’s eyes widened. The idea of the bearded man’s hands touching him made him feel like his skin was on fire.“I think he likes that idea, brother.” James smiled.

Dennis swallowed as he imagined himself being split between them.“Both of you?”

“We like to share our toys.”

Dennis looks over towards James, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to him. He was beautiful, but the dark mark he left on the other sub scared Dennis within an inch of his life; he had never been tied up like that before, he had only seen that type of thing in porn. “I’m not very experienced...”

James smiled and walked closer to him. He offered him his hand and Dennis took it gently. “Is kissing on the table for you?”

Dennis swallowed and nodded hesitantly.

“May I kiss you?” James asked.

Dennis hadn’t been kissed in a long time, besides Trinity showing him that one thing and he nearly threw up after because it felt like he was kissing his sister. “Yes sir.” He said breathlessly.

The man lifted the younger boy’s chin leaned down and gently kissed him.

Dennis heard more noises from the chained sub and he shivered. Was watching his doms play with another sub his punishment? He pushed the other man out of his mind and let himself focus on the sexy older man holding his face and kissing him. He was so controlled with his movements, that he clearly knew what he was doing. As James slipped his tongue into his mouth Dennis turned red, he remembered the way the woman sat in his lap. He wondered if he kissed her the same way, or if he was as good with his tongue when it came to pleasing her. He had a slight stubble that was growing in, and it scratched Dennis’s face slightly as they kissed. It made Dennis feel light on his toes like he would fall into the man's arms like a Disney princess. Despite it being nothing more than a kiss, he felt himself start to submit deeper than he ever really had. He let out a quiet whimper as James’s hand gripped his back and pulled him closer.

The restrained sub whined through his gag.

“Don’t make me get up.” The dom said from the couch, without looking at him. The sub quieted down, he clearly wanted reassurance from his owner and he got it.

“Is it okay if I unzip this?” James rested his forehead against the top of Dennis’s head.

Dennis nodded, his mind fuzzy with submission.

“What can we call you kid?” James asked.

“Anything you want.” He squeaked as he leaned in again seeking another kiss.

James placed his hand around the boy’s neck to keep him at bay and smiled. “What is your name, sweetheart?”

“Don’t use your real one.” The other dom reminded him.

“Dallas,” Dennis said quietly.

“Okay then, can I take this off of you Dallas?”

Dennis nodded, granting him permission. “..I call you sir?”

“That’s right. Good boy.”

“Yes sir.”

“What are your boundaries?”

Trinity squirmed as the dom circled her. She had explained to her that she was uncomfortable with extensive nipple play and slow touches around her breasts. She also told her every hard no she had.

The dom, Yara, had only a few rules. She insisted a title be used whenever she was playing with a sub, a sub would not initiate any touch without her explicit approval, and she reserved the right to end a scene at any moment, especially if she felt the young sub was lying about what she could handle. “What brought you to this lifestyle?” Yara asked as she pushed Trinity’s hair aside with the crop, and eyed the zipper of her top.

Trinity swallowed and said the first thing that came to mind. “The internet.” The end of the leather crop thwacked against her arm and she shivered as she felt the slight sting.

“Try again.”

Trinity cringed, not knowing what to say but feeling an overwhelming urge to be vulnerable. “I was molested, and groomed by my first boyfriend he got me into it. Shoulda driven me away. It did for a while, but I kinda don’t know how to relax any other way.” Her shoulders rose slightly and she looked down at her feet. She felt nails against her hair, and a strong hand pulling her head up.

“Stay still. I’m right here.”

Trinity didn’t know why, but the command comforted her like a hug should. “Yes, doctor. I'm sorry.”

“It’s important we learn to manage our emotions, so it doesn't bleed into our work with our patients. You agree, don’t you, doctor?” Yara asked as she ran her gloved fingers over Trinity’s zipper.

She could feel the dom’s hot breath against her neck, it took everything in her not to move. “Yes, doctor.”

“It would be a shame if I had to recommend you be removed from our program because you can't keep your personal life in check.”

Trinity blushed, she should have trusted the older dom but it was strange to have someone fall into this roleplay so easily. “I understand ma’am.”

Yara unzipped the girl's top before reaching up to unclasp the top part that wrapped around her neck. “Normally I wouldn’t waste my time helping a med student take off their surgical scrubs but it’s not fair of me to leave such a helpless thing all alone to fend for herself is it.”

“No ma’am.”

“What did you come here looking for tonight?”

“I told my roommate I needed to get laid but it’s more than that ma’am. I need to feel-” She took a breath as she pushed her shoulder blades together. “Safe.”

“This is the safest place you could be,” Yara said as she pushed the girl’s top off of her so it fell to the floor in front of her. She slid the crop up between the girl's legs, stopping just under her crotch. “Attention!” She called out.

Trinity moved into the position, with her feet together underneath her.

“Remove your skirt and move into a modest kneel.” Yara walked out from behind her, and reached up to the scrunchie in her hair, pulling it out and letting her long hair fall down to her shoulders. She walked over to a bench, eyeing it slightly. “Say I'm ready for you doctor. When you’re ready.” She was struggling to decide what to do with this one. Normally when it came to submissives at the club she treated it like a game. She was always present but her main goal was always to have as much fun with a sub as possible, give them a taste of what she could do, and get them off until they couldn’t take it anymore. She was used to emotions, sure she wasn’t heartless but this one was something else. This girl had her feeling things, and deeply.

“I’m ready for you doctor.”

Yara bit her lip, savoring the girl's words as she pretended she didn’t hear them. She waited a few moments, as she tried to collect herself before she turned around to face her. The girl was indeed naked and kneeling with her knees spread open and her hands covering her crotch. Her breasts fell elegantly and were pressed together by her arms as she covered herself. For once, Yara struggled to control her face. She kept it as stone cold and unaffected as she could as she traced the end of her crop alongside the girl's right breast letting her get used to the feeling before striking her nipple swiftly.

Trinity jumped slightly and let a slight noise leak out of her lips.

“Nadu.”

Trinity moved her hands to her thighs and presented herself to Yara. She was already embarrassingly wet, she had been since Yara first touched her hip at the bar. She wanted nothing more than for the dom to swift her off of her feet.

Yara crouched in front of her and tilted her head. She lowered the crop and slid it underneath the sub.

Trinity shivered, she clenched around nothing as Yara pulled the crop out between her legs and held it up near her face to examine it. “Do you think it’s appropriate to make a mess all over my operating room?”

“No, doctor”

“You just can’t help yourself can you?” Yara reached up and slipped her fingers into the back of Trinity’s hair and pulled her neck back. “Open.”

Trinity opened her mouth, as she struggled to stay in her assigned position.

Yara stuck the end of the crop into the girl’s mouth and gagged her with it. She nearly drooled at the girl's reaction. She had barely touched her, but she was already aching for it.“Clean it.”

Trinity licked herself off of the end of the crop and tried her best to take it into her mouth while making eye contact with Yara.

Yara bit the inside of her lip, watching the depraved girl for a moment before yanking it out of her mouth. “You seem to be enjoying this far too much. How am I supposed to teach you if you behave like this?”

Trinity smiled slightly, batting her eyes at the dom.

Yara shook her head, her heart raced in her chest. “You’re trouble.”

Trinity pouted. It was mostly performative, they were playing cat and mouse. Nothing she did would impress the fantasy doctor, and it only made her want to work harder for her approval. Every touch trickled throughout her skin like crackles of fire. She couldn’t stop imagining the dom’s gloved fingers forcing their way inside her. She wanted Yara to force her into stirrups and have her way with her until she passed out on the examination table. She wondered if she took off her gloves when she touched subs, but part of her hoped she didn’t. They weren’t the nitrile gloves Trinity would steal from school and to fuck her own mouth until her face was raw with spit with but they were just as alluring.

“I’ll have to find a way to make you behave.” She yanked the sub up by her hair and dragged her over to a black leather bench. She sat down and left Trinity standing above her. “Go pick something I can spank you with, something you can handle.” Yara twirled her tongue around her mouth as she watched the naked kitten wander up to a wall of paddles. She looked so beautiful from behind. Suddenly, Yara didn’t want to be in the club. She wanted to see the beautiful girl in her bed, ass red and bruised with cum leaking out of her as she shook and cried yet somehow still wanting more. She wished she met this one under different circumstances. She didn’t date anymore, she got too fed up with getting partners who wanted to control their dynamic or wanted her to be something she would never be. She fell in love fairly easily when she dated girls, so she didn’t date. She had a few girls she regularly scened with but a few of them had partners, some wanted something more, but she hadn’t had a collared sub in years. She didn’t think she wanted one. But suddenly the thought of waking up to a girl who looked at her with those dumb love-struck eyes made her heart race. She swallowed her sudden wave of emotions as she watched the girl pick up a paddle with rhinestones on it. “Do you have something to do tomorrow?”

Trinity turned around and nodded her head. “Yes ma’am.”

“Not that one tonight.” She placed it back up on the wall.

Trinity turned around and stared at Yara. “Ma’am?”

“What is it?”

“Would you be willing to use your hand?”

Yara cursed herself for not being the one to suggest it first. “All of these options and none of them are good enough for you?”

Trinity shook her head softly.

“Come here then.”

Trinity rushed over to her and Yara grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her closer before she manhandled her over her lap and immediately laid one spanking against her ass, giving her no time to adjust to the position.

Trinity tried not to giggle from excitement as she laid her elbows against the bench. It was exhilarating. She whined from the contact as she felt the gloved hand hit her skin. “Thank you, doctor.”

Yara rubbed her gloved hand over the girl's pretty ass. She had played with so many girls lately who were as thin as bones and had no curvature to them but this girl was utter perfection. The skin of her ass was firm, yet so forgiving. As Yara groped one of her cheeks. She almost forgot what she was doing, tempted by the wet pussy calling out for her fingers like a siren luring a fisherman to sea. “How much time do I waste on training slutty little girls like you when I could be saving patients' lives?” She lifted her hand again and slapped her again.

Trinity whimpered.

“How many do you think you can handle? How long until we housetrain you kitty?”

“One for every bone in your hand, doctor?” Trinity replies cutely, getting too into the roleplay.

Yara considered her position, and if she should give herself away; she ultimately decided to.“My, my, my twenty-seven? That’s an awful lot. You must not be a very fast learner.”

Trinity turned over her shoulder slightly. She was just kidding by prompting the dom with a medical question, she was shocked at how quickly she knew the right answer. She shivered.“As many as you think I need.”

Yara’s heart swelled, she wanted to push the sub down against the bench and dive her face between her legs instead.“Twelve. You’ll count.” Yara ran her left hand over Trinity’s left cheek and slid her right hand up her inner thigh towards her dripping heat. She teased her, lightly tracing her gloved pinky over her perineum and pressing it against her opening.

Trinity arched her back, desperate for a closer connection as she nodded her head.“Yes, doctor.”

“Good girl.” She lifted her hand, her eyes glanced down at Trinity’s back where beads of sweat dripped down her spine.

Trinity heard the sound before she felt the pain. It was harder than the first one, but it felt like her body was slowly being reset. Like she was a robot, and only Yara was capable of fixing her programming. She took a careful breath, rolled her neck in a circle, and tensed her shoulders before relaxing them. “Two.”

Yara rubbed her hand over the same spot she hit. “One, honey. The first two didn’t count.” She corrected her.

“Yes ma’am.” Trinity’s eyes softened as she heard the pet name slip out of the dom’s lips. She felt like she was in a trance. She wanted to curl up in her lap and bury her face against the older woman’s stomach as she petted her hair like an animal. She wanted to be closer to her, she could feel her hands on her body but it wasn’t enough. She wanted more.

“How many bones are in the human body?” Yara quipped, she wondered why the girl was so inclined towards the medical field.

Trinity turned back to look at her over her shoulder with a flushed face. “Child or adult?”

“Adult.”

“Two hundred and six but everyone knows that.”

Yara slipped her pointer finger inside her and applied gentle pressure beneath it, rocking it back and forth slightly. “Cocky girl, aren’t you baby?”

Trinity’s tongue pressed against her teeth and she shut her eyes as she felt Yara’s gloved finger inside of her. It wasn’t nearly deep enough, nor thick enough but it was touch. She wanted her to keep going until she could swallow the whole gloved fist inside her. Suddenly, she no longer felt it inside of her and she rocked her head back in frustration. “Goddammit.” She whimpered sadly.

Yara found it adorable how eager she was, the girl was so inexperienced it was adorable. Stumbling into her submission like a baby giraffe finding its footing. She felt an inexplicable connection to her, she wanted to guide her and teach her everything she needed to know to be a perfect sub. She smiled as the girl sat with her disappointment. “What organ produces insulin?”

Trinity considered pretending she didn’t know, but she didn’t see the harm in the stranger knowing she knew what she was talking about. Even if Yara did work in the medical field, she doubted she’d ever run into her again outside of the club. As she was about to answer, she felt another sharp hit, this time against her right side. “Fuck, two.”

Yara rubbed her hand over the sensitive skin. “I asked you a question, doctor.”

“The pancreas ma’am.”

Yara smiled. “Consider me impressed.”

“Really?”

Another smack hit when Trinity was least expecting it. “Three.”

“No. You think a little knowledge of basic anatomy is going to earn you a spot in my OR?”

Trinity’s lip quivered.“No ma’am.”

Yara lifted her hand up near her head and brought it down even harder. “You think you’re smart don’t you, doctor?”

“Four.” Trinity’s body shook from the pain, she struggled to hold her position. She sank down against the bench further, arching her back and presenting herself to Yara. “No, ma’am.”

“You don’t think you’re smart? You got yourself through med school didn’t you?” Yara’s tone was rude and condescending.

“Y-yes but-”

“Do you think I’d hire someone who’s stupid?”

Trinity’s thighs shook. Sweat dripped down them and onto the leather bench below her. She felt lost in Yara’s words, in such a trance she didn’t know what to say. “No ma'am.”

Yara slapped her again.

“Five.”

Yara slipped two fingers inside of her with ease and petted her red ass with her other hand. “When was the last time this pretty pussy got any love?”

“Months.” Trinity cried.

“Poor kitty… hasn’t been properly fed.” She wiggled her fingers in sync, rolling them like a wave as she teased the girl.

Trinity whined, nodding her head and pushing herself back against Yara’s fingers. “Please” Her voice was high-pitched and needy as she begged for more.

Yara smacked her again.

Trinity mewled. “Six.”

She took her fingers out of her.

“No.” Trinity cried out like a brat.

Yara smiled and took off her gloves. She placed them down on the bench beside her and pulled out a pair of nitrile gloves. She pulled them on and smiled down at Trinity’s squirming body. She considered touching her again, but she instead placed each of her hands on each side of Trinity’s ass and squeezed it, spreading it apart and digging her nails into its soft flesh. “So pretty, I almost want a taste.”

Trinity squirmed, eager, and naively believing she may go down at her.

Yara pushed Trinity forward until she fell with her ass completely flat against Yara’s lap. Her chest hit the table and she let out a quiet confused whimper.

Yara lifted her hand and hit the underside of Trinity’s ass three times in a row without letting her breathe.

“Seven.” Trinity’s body moved with every strike. “Eight.” She let out a few soft cries. Nine.”

Yara gently rubbed her ass, spreading her thighs slightly again and moving her middle finger deeper between them until she found her clit. “You’re doing so great honey. My favorite student. Do you want one taken off? Be a good girl and tell me what part of the brain is responsible for coordinating movement and balance?”

Trinity whimpered, she felt like her brain was mush. But Yara wanted her to know the answer, and she did without even thinking. “Cerebellum.”

Yara smiled and hit her again, this strike was the hardest she had given her so far, and it landed in the same spot as the previous two, the lower side of her ass. Yara took her hands and rubbed them over Trinity’s lower back attempting to soothe her a little.

“Ten.” Trinity whimpered.

“Feeling okay honey?”

“Yes ma’am”

“How about we get you off after this honey, does that sound agreeable?” Yara placed her hands underneath Trinity’s ass, gently gripping the girl's shaking thighs. “I bet you’ll shake just like this, won’t you? How many times do you think we can get out of you?”

“D-don’t know.” Trinity squirmed. She felt drunk like she just wanted to go limp and let Yara do whatever she pleased with her.

Yara smiled. “That’s okay baby, you don’t have to know.” She lifted her hand again and landed her last strike.

Trinity relaxed against the bench, and let out a choked sob. “Eleven.” Tears were pouring down her face. She hadn’t cried in months, but suddenly every pent-up feeling came loose.

“Get up.” Yara helped her crawl off of her and stand up as she cried. “Rest,” Yara commanded.

Trinity sat down in front of her on the floor and hung her head low as she kept crying.

“Eyes up here.”

Trinity immediately looked up, blinking away her tears and looking into Yara’s eyes with nothing but adoration.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Yara reached up and moved her hair away from her beautiful face.“You handled that very well for a beginner, and you’ve behaved very well. I’m impressed. Would you like to lay here for a little while with your head in my lap while you calm down?”

Trinity nodded her head as Yara wiped away her tears.

James unzipped Dennis’s shirt and pushed it off of his shoulders.

Dennis shook it off of his body and let it fall to the ground beneath him. He wasn’t ashamed of his body, he knew what older gay men were into and that he often fell into that category. But he felt somewhat awkward being shirtless like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

James’s hand reached back up to his neck and stroked his thumb over his trachea. “What are you looking for tonight sweetheart?”

Dennis swallowed nervously. He knew James must have felt it. “I-I want to be fucked.”

The other man laughed from his spot on the couch. “You are just so cute, aren't ya country bumpkin.”

Dennis hung his head down slightly and looked up at James through his eyebrows.

“Leave him alone Reed, it’s good he knows what he wants…”

Reed. Dennis thought. He was enchanted by the man on the couch. He wondered if the rest of his body was just as hairy as his face. He imagined running his fingers through the forest of his chest as he lay against it, full of his cock and seed. He didn’t mind the man teasing him, he liked to be teased. He wanted to be degraded.

“You up for both of us or just one?” James asked as he eyed the zipper of Dennis’s pants.

Dennis looked up at him with excited eyes. “Both of you?”

James laughed. “Is that okay with you?”

Dennis licked his bottom lip as he thought about it. He knew he could take it, he was more than comfortable bottoming but he had never had sex with two men in a row. The idea scared him, not because he was afraid it would hurt but because the idea of being physically overpowered by two men was a scary one. From most of his experiences with men, he had learned never to hook up with someone who he wasn’t strong enough to fight off. He reminded himself this was a safe space, and that no one here was going to hurt him. He nodded his head.“Yes sir.”

“Do you have a safe word you want to use?”

Dennis’s eyebrows crinkled slightly as he thought about it. “Stop?” He said naively.

James smiled. “Stop is good, but is it okay if we use colors too? We like to check in, so stop or red would mean we stop what we’re doing immediately, yellow would mean you’re feeling uncomfortable or would like us to slow down or reevaluate what we’re doing, and green would mean you’re all good.”

Dennis nodded his head as he listened to the older dom.

“How's that sound?”

Dennis smiled cutely. “Green.”

James and Reed both laughed.

“Great,” James said.

“Take off his pants,” Reed instructed from the sidelines.

James gave him a pointed look. “You know I hate when you tell me what to do, honey.”

“You know you love it.”

Yara had gotten Trinity a blanket and dimmed the lights in the room.

She sat back down on the bench and Trinity curled up in a ball on top of it with her head in the dom’s lap.

“Such a pretty girl…you took it so well.” Yara praised softly as she ran her fingers through Trinity’s hair. Her slightly long nails against Trinity’s scalp seemed to soothe her. “Are you gonna wanna play still after a break?”

Trinity nodded softly as she wiped away her tears. “Yes ma’am.”

“I still want to see how many times I can get that pretty little pussy off.”

Trinity turned her head and looked up at Yara.

Yara swooned. “Maybe I’ll get a taste this time…” She lowered her still-gloved finger to Trinity’s mouth and gently traced her lip with her thumb as if she were asking permission to enter it. Trinity opened her mouth and Yara offered her her finger. Trinity swirled her tongue around it and closed her eyes again. “That’s it…” Yara traced her tongue over her lip as she watched Trinity wrap her lips around her thumb. “Good girl. I promise you won't leave this club without getting everything you need.”

“Is it okay if I touch you freely now?”

Dennis nodded.

James unzipped Dennis’s pants and undid the buckle before pulling them down. He was shocked to find that he had no underwear underneath them when his small cock bounced out in front of his face. James looked up at him with his hazel eyes and smiled. “Go commando often?”

Dennis shook his head. “Just tonight.”

“How come?”

“I wanted there to be easy access, in case...the night went well.” His voice cracked cutely.

James helped him the rest of the way out of his pants. Once he was completely naked he leaned down to kiss him. He gripped the boy’s small waist and dug his fingers into his flesh.“Is it going well?”

Dennis looked down at the way his naked body looked beside the older man and the strong hands against his waist and nearly felt nauseous with desire.“Yes.” He squeaked. He felt someone come up behind him and press him forward towards James.

“How about we make it even better?”

Dennis felt the man’s beard against the crook of his neck. He leaned back against him and tilted his head to the side, letting the man place his lips against his neck and place gentle kisses up towards his ear. Dennis whimpered, feeling James get closer and lean in for a kiss.

“I saw you eyeing me when you walked in,” Reed whispered. “I thought about getting Sienna to go get you sooner but it seems you found your way to me.” He pressed his body against Dennis’s back, rubbing himself against the smaller man’s ass.

“Really?” Dennis asked, looking back at the dom with stars in his eyes.

“I don’t like to repeat myself.” He sunk his teeth into Dennis’s neck.

Dennis squirmed, pulling away from him but the man grabbed his hips and pulled him closer just as James yanked at his cock. Dennis squirmed, and let out a whimper. He was pinned between the two men with no escape in sight. As his mouth fell open to let out a moan, fingers were shoved into it. He opened his eyes in confusion and realized they were Reed’s fingers. He sucked on them obediently as the man guided them in and out of his mouth before taking them and wrapping his hand around Dennis’s cock where James’s hand was before.

Reed wrapped his other arm around Dennis’s neck, letting his hand fall to the boy's chest as he held him in place. He flicked his pretty beady nipple and smiled to himself at the boy's reaction. “You ever been with a real man before Dallas?”

Dennis squirmed, the height difference between him and Reed made him dizzy.

“No?”

Dennis swallowed, Reed’s grip on his cock was tight, and he squeezed and pulled at it relentlessly. It was torture, Dennis loved it.

“What about a woman?”

“Doubt it.” James chirped as he looked through his backpack.

Reed laughed against Dennis’s neck in a sinister, deep way. “Hear that huckleberry? He doesn’t think you have it in you. Is he right?”

Dennis whimpered, his entire body went cold as Reed called him that nickname. He felt like Reed could read his mind, like he knew everything he had ever done, like he could see right through him. He knew it was because of huckleberry finn but no one else had ever called him that but her. He nodded his head.

Reed let go of his tight hold on his cock and slapped his balls. “Use your words.”

Dennis coughed. “Yes sir.” He tried to catch his breath, his body was buzzing. “He’s right.”This was exactly what he wanted. They asked his limits, and what he likes, and it was like they knew exactly how to do it. Every other man Dennis had tried with went straight to choking him or trying to force him into things he didn’t want to do, this was something else entirely. He felt more alive than he ever had before.

Reed took his hand that was around his chest and brought it up to Dennis’s chin, tilted the boy's head to the side, and kissed him.

His kisses felt different than James’s but they were just as enticing. Dennis moaned as Reed tilted his head sideways further so he could tongue his mouth.

Reed wrapped his hand back around his cock.

Dennis let himself get lost in the sensation and in the warmth of feeling truly safe in a sexual encounter for the first time in his life. He was so focused on kissing Reed that he didn’t realize what was happening until he felt someone pull him away from Reed and wrap a rope around his neck. Reed let go of him and took a step back and Dennis looked up at him with big sad eyes like a puppy who had just had an accident. The rope had a loop in it that acted like a collar, it was woven intricately in a way that when James pulled on it it held Dennis’s neck tightly without choking him.

James was beside him, the end of the rope in his hand with a smirk on his face as he looked at the naked man.“Knees.”

Dennis carefully kneeled on the ground in front of them. He didn’t know what kind of material the floor was but he could tell it was clean, it still sort of smelled like whatever they cleaned it with. He didn’t know if he should look down or up at them so he zoned out about halfway, hoping they’d correct him.

“Get your back straight, no crouching.” Reed corrected.

Dennis quickly corrected his posture, he had a bad habit of slouching, it was one of the many things his mom got on him about. When he still felt like she cared about him at all. He tried to push that memory out of his head.

“Eyes up.” James snapped.

“Hands on your thighs,” Reed added.

“Good. Close your eyes,” James said.

“Open.” Reed took the rope from James’s hands.

Dennis opened his eyes and found Reed smiling down at him like a predator staring down its prey. Dennis was a defenseless creature to hunt, in the wild no animal would beg to be sacrificed but there he was asking for them to destroy him. He whimpered at the feeling. Like a dog at his owner's feet, he sat there underneath them. He felt drunk in a way, or perhaps drugged like he could pass out from this alone.

“See our pretty little pet over there?” Reed asked as he pulled the rope just enough to prompt Dennis to move his head in Sienna's direction.

Sienna was now curled up on the couch underneath a blanket wearing what looked like a man’s jacket and was watching them with curious but tired eyes.

Dennis nodded. “Yes sir.”

“I’m going to ask you this once and I need you to be honest with me about your limits and not tell me what you want me to hear. If I am sceneing with a sub they have the obligation to tell me their limits because I am responsible for what happens to them. Do you understand?”

Dennis nodded again, his eyes were back on Reed’s staring back up at him as he listened attentively. “Yes sir.”

“Is it okay if Sienna stays for this scene as a viewer in addition to Lynx? I know you’re not attracted to women but considering your background I thought it might help you feel more comfortable knowing there’s someone else in the room that knows your safeword and is watching what’s happening.”

Dennis’s face turned red. He felt so taken care of. He almost forgot the other man, who was restrained, Lynx, was still watching them. “Is she okay with it?”

James smiled as he looked over at her. “Usually she participates but she’s had a long day and she’s already gotten off a few times already.”

“I am okay with it,” Dennis said.

Reed looked at Seinna and gave her a pointed nod.

“I am able to leave this room on my own, safeword, or seek out help by myself if I believe a safeword has been bypassed.” She spoke just as eloquently as she looked.

Dennis’s eyes widened in understanding, he felt even safer knowing that.

“But that has never once happened anytime I have scenes with either of them.” She added.

Dennis nodded.

“Color?” James asked him.

Dennis’s eyes lit up, and he took a careful excited breath as if he were about to jump out of a plane. “Green.”

Reed let go of the rope and Dennis fell back slightly against his ankles, slipping in his position before he corrected himself. “You’re going to take off James’s clothes and leave him in nothing but his underwear. Fold them and put them on the table by Sienna.”

Dennis looked at James, hesitating slightly and James didn’t give him a single response, not even a nod.

“Now.” Reed said sternly.

Dennis immediately stood up and walked over to James. It felt strange, to be given an order to touch another dom but he had gathered that they did not have a traditional relationship between doms. James was only a few inches taller than him so he was less intimidating than Reed in that aspect but Dennis feared he hadn't yet seen the full bandwidth of his capabilities. He reached for the hem of his shirt. He swallowed nervously before pulling it over the man’s head. James lifted his arms and let Dennis pull them off of him before looking down at his sweatpants pointedly. Dennis blushed and reached for them, he pulled them out slightly and saw a tied string. It was stuck in a knot. His face fell, frustrated and he looked up at James in confusion.

“Figure it out,” Reed said.

Dennis crouched down and took the knot into his mouth and pulled until he broke the knot and then he bit his lip as he slowly pulled them down. He could see James was already getting hard as he pulled the sweatpants down his thighs; it excited him.

“Be careful now,” Reed instructed.

Dennis wasn’t sure what he meant until he got down to the end of James’s right leg. His eyes fell on the man’s prosthetic and he tilted his head in curiosity as he gently pulled the sweatpants down around it.

Jack placed his hand in Dennis’s hair and petted him before he stepped out of the pants.

Dennis took his clothes and walked over to the table near Sienna and carefully folded them. He was more than comfortable doing laundry. It was one of those things that was never meant to be one of his chores, he was a boy, he was supposed to be out working in the field but from a young age, he preferred the comfort of washing clothes with his mother. Back when who he was was something left unsaid, when he was still lovable under the guise of deniability, before medical school, before leaving with no desire to return. He folded them neatly and looked back over at Reed.

Reed looked at him with curiosity. He could see it in his eyes, the boy had gone somewhere else in his mind. “Come here.”

Dennis started to walk.

Reed held up a hand. “Crawl.” He crossed his arms in front of his body and looked down at the floor.

Dennis felt like his whole body was turning red as he sank back down to the floor and crawled to the man on his hands and knees, the rope leash dragging behind him.

Dennis crawled until he was back in front of Reed.

“Take off his clothes,” James said from behind him.

Dennis hesitated. In an instant, he felt a sharp smack alongside his face from Reed. Who said nothing, and did nothing as he stared down at him.

Dennis stood up and reached up for the zipper of the jacket the man was wearing. He unzipped it, expecting to find clothes underneath it but he was met with nothing but the man’s hairy chest and a Star of David around his neck. He traced his fingers over it lightly before pulling the zipper all the way down and walking around behind him to pull it off of him. He nearly drooled as he saw the man’s bare back. Thoughts of digging his nails into the man’s flesh as he fucked him fled through his mind. He walked back to the front of him and kneeled again, placing Reed's jacket on his shoulder so it wouldn’t touch the floor. He reached up for the man’s pants and as he was undoing the knot he realized they were the same brand of sweatpants that James was wearing. He couldn’t stop his mind from wondering just how close they were. His eyes locked in on Reed’s bulge as he pulled them down, his mouth falling open as he stared at it. He felt so tempted to lean in, to bury his face against it but he had not been given permission.

“Go fold them,” James said.

Dennis nodded his head submissively and repeated the process. This time when he turned around he looked at James and tilted his head, not knowing if he was allowed to walk.

James smiled. “You can walk.”

Dennis walked up to him.

“Do you know the at-your-service position?”

Dennis shook his head. “No sir.”

“A teaching opportunity,” Reed said with a smug smile.

James shot him a look with a smile on his face.

James took Dennis’s hands and placed them in front of his crotch, covering his semi-hard hand with his hands. “Roll your shoulders back.”

Dennis fixed his posture.

“That’s it.” James smiled and gave Dennis an attentive nod as he looked into his eyes. “Now what about wait.”

Dennis moved into the position, with his hands behind his back and legs spread. It was one of the only ones he remembered from his research. He felt Reed grip his wrists and cross them over each other before he felt something tight grip each of them. He was handcuffed. He wanted to look back and see what he was doing but James was staring so deeply into his eyes that he was scared of breaking eye contact with him, fearing repercussions.

Jack turned away and Dennis was about to turn around when Reed gripped Dennis’s arm and started to drag him towards a table to the side of Lynx. Dennis looked up at him and Lynx glared at him.

Reed saw it and pushed Dennis off to Jack before picking up the flogger again and hitting the sub over his already deeply red marks.

James grabbed Dennis’s arm and pulled him to the table. He manhandled him until his hips hit the table then bent him down over the top of it.

Dennis made a quiet noise from the pain of his body hitting the hard table. It wasn’t very big, the end of Dennis’s body where his head was hung off of it. His face was facing the door they came in from.

James slipped his fingers into Dennis’s hair and pushed his face against the table. He leaned over him and looked into his eyes.“Stay down.”

Dennis nodded weakly.

Lynx let out a quiet, pleased groan at the pain of Reed’s hits.

“Don’t make me stop a scene to deal with you. What’s your color?” Reed looked into his eyes.

Lynx cowered. “Green.”

Reed’s eyes softened and he reached up to touch his subs face. “You know who you belong to, right?” His voice was quiet. This moment was for them and only them.

Lynx nodded.

“You know I’m yours.”

Lynx nodded again.

“If you want to come home with me tonight, you need to cut this out. You know what I expect of you and it’s not this. If you were scening with another dom would you want me glaring at them?”

“No sir.”

“You are my sub, act like it.”

Lynx’s face fell, but he understood.

James walked over to a wall and grabbed a metal spreader bar that matched the boy's silver handcuffs. He hadn’t played with a new sub in a long time. He was committed to almost exclusively sceneing with Sienna, Lynx, and a few other trusted sub-friends. But when Reed suggested it the idea excited him. There was nothing quite like being a sub's first real experience with a dom. Trained subs were easy, there was trust, room for deeper exploration, and love but with a new sub it was like discovering a love for the game all over again.

Reed saw the bar and smiled. “Nice touch.”

James handed it over to him, wanting to avoid crouching down on the floor with his prosthetic.

Reed took it and kicked Dennis’s legs open with his foot.

Dennis spread them. He arched his back unintentionally and pulled slightly away from the table.

James gripped his hips and pushed him back against it.

Dennis rolled his eyes back as he felt James’s hands on his hips. He was hungry for him to touch him. He knew that's what was about to happen but it felt so difficult to be patient. He was used to quick hookups, eighteen and being fucked in the back of a married man’s minivan before he went home to his wife. He wasn’t used to being cared for. He didn’t know what it meant to be touched gently, and he was afraid to let anyone. He wanted it rough because he wasn’t sure he understood any other way. He wasn’t sure he deserved it any other way. The thought raced in the back of his mind burning like the bridge of his familiar ties, he was a sinner, a sodomite.

Reed secured Dennis’s ankles to the bar and stood back up beside James. “Rock paper scissors?”

James looked at him and shook his head. “You’re going second.”

Reed smiled and shrugged. He took his hands and spread Dennis’s ass, examining him. He was surprised when he circled his thumb around Dennis’s hole and found he was already stretched out. He lifted his thumb and showed James the wetness on it.

“Looks like you were expecting us weren’t you?” James asked as he stroked himself through his boxers.

Reed spread his cheeks wider and leaned down to spit on his hole before looking back at James with a smile. “All yours, brother.” He smacked Dennis’s ass before stepping out of James’s way. He walked around the table until he was met with Dennis’s pretty little face. It almost felt wrong to touch him, he had this ethereal beauty about him that made him feel like he was defiling an angel. “You ever taken two men at once?” Reed asked as he pushed his fingers through Dennis’s hair and lifted his head slightly so he could look up at him.

Dennis strained his neck as he shook his head no.

Reed let go of his head, letting it fall back against the table. “Words.”

“No sir.”

“You wanted it rough, let’s see if you meant it.”

Yara’s nails gently scratched Trinity’s scalp as she lay with her head against her stomach. “You’re not gonna fall asleep on me are you?”

Trinity shook her head.

“You think you’re ready for more?”

Trinity looked up at her and smiled shyly.

“I think that’s a yes.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“What is your color?”

“Green.”

“Get up then. Get in collar me.”

Trinity got up off of the bench, blushing at how her naked body was revealed again from under the blanket. Yara was still completely covered in clothing. “I don’t know that position ma’am.”

Yara nodded her head, a little surprised. The sub had known most of them so far. “It’s like nadu, but place your hands behind your head and your elbows out.”

Trinity got into the position, exposing her body to the dom.

“A lot of doms will prefer to start and end play with a position for an easy transition and to distinguish easier for newer subs when rules are set in stone and need to be followed,” Yara explained.

Trinity nodded along as she listened to her. She found it hard to follow her words considering how gorgeous the woman looked with her hair down. She shifted her knees slightly, it hurt to stay in position. Her ass was sore but she wouldn’t dare fall.

“I know you enjoy the previous roleplay we dabbled in but would you be willing to try something else? Something where you could be a lot less verbal?”

Trinity nodded, still struggling.

“You can move into a modest kneel.”

Trinity adjusted her position and felt slightly better.

“How do you feel about pet play?”

Trinity looked a little confused. “Like pretending to be a dog?”

Yara raised her eyebrows with a laugh. “Pup play is a subsection of pet play yes but that’s not what I’m asking of you. How did you like it when I called you kitty?”

Trinity smiled slightly and nodded her head. “I liked it.”

“And you’re tired, you likely don’t wanna talk like we did before. But you still want to play, right?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Then. Give it a try. If you don’t like it we don’t have to continue.”

Trinity nodded.

“Hands and knees.”

Trinity got down on her hands and knees.

“Close your eyes.”

Trinity shut them tightly.

“Take a deep breath.”

She inhaled slowly, held it for a few seconds, then let it go.

“Have an open mind, I’m not going to judge you. Let yourself try it. It’s okay if you like it.”

Trinity nodded, her eyes still closed.

“C’mere kitty.”

Trinity’s face nearly lit up hearing Yara say it again. She didn’t know why. She felt slightly stupid, but with Yara, it felt okay. She opened her eyes and crawled closer to the dom.

“Good girl.” Yara’s smile spread throughout her whole face as she looked down at her. “Come up here with me.” She patted the space beside her on the bench.

Trinity carefully got up and climbed onto it, her movements strangely similar to the body language a cat may have. She was nervous, but somehow still so relaxed.

Yara patted her lap. “Climb over me.”

Trinity remembered earlier and was a little scared but still put her hands on one side of Yara’s lap and her knees on the other.

Yara’s hand traced down Trinity’s back, guiding her to get comfortable over her lap again. She pulled the blanket closer so Trinity could rest her head against it.

Trinity made a quiet noise as she sunk her head down against it and relaxed against the dom’s lap.

“Good girl.” Yara gently massaged her lower back.

Trinity let out a satisfied grunt as Yara rubbed her back. Her mind floated away from her, she was confused about where this fit into the dynamic but it felt so good she didn’t care.

Yara replaced her gloves and slipped two fingers back between Trinity’s legs.

Trinity squirmed, attempting to lift her hips.

“Be a good girl.” Yara put her hand on her lower back and pushed it back down. “Stay still for me kitty.”

Trinity whined.

Yara was no longer holding anything back. It was no longer about teasing the idea of pleasure. It was about weaponizing her pleasure against her, overwhelming her with her touch, and taking care of her pet. She angled her fingers down, bending them and straightening them repeatedly and pulling them in and out of Trinity’s wet pussy. “If you can get off before I count down from ten I’ll go down on you for your next round.”

Trinity gasped.

Yara’s other hand reached underneath Trinity’s hip until her fingers could rub at Trinity’s clit while she fucked her with the fingers of her other hand. She noticed the girl was still very quiet, she seemed to muffle most of her noises. Many women did. She hated it. It took a long time to train it out of them, to teach them their voice, to let them know it’s okay to take up space, to make every noise their body asked of them. But the noises Trinity did make were like music to Yara’s ears. Hearing how her body was for her even if she refused to let it show. The way she dripped around her fingers, sucking her in deeper and begging for more. The way she gripped onto the blanket underneath her for dear life as Yara started to count. “Ten.”

Trinity’s knees shook in their place as if she were about to collapse.

“Nine.”

Trinity felt her orgasm getting closer, but she was terrified of it coming. It was too big, it felt too good, it had been too long since someone had touched her and no one had ever touched her with such capable hands.

“Eight.”

She thought about all the failed partners who she had to rub her own clit for just to get herself off.

“Seven.”

She whined from her throat, not sure she was capable of Yara’s task.

“Six.”

She shook her head in desperation, she couldn’t do it.

“Five.”

That wasn’t the safeword. She didn’t want to say her safeword.

“Four.”

“Please.” She cried, unsure of what it meant. It was the first word she was able to form.

“Three.”

She remembered how it felt when Yara finished spanking her, how good it felt to be praised by her.

“Two.”

She held her breath.

“One.”

She let it go, and she came harder than she ever had at someone else's hand.

Yara smiled, she kept gently rubbing Trinity with her right hand but pulled her left out from underneath her. “Such a good kitten. You want your reward?”

Trinity nodded her head submissively.

Yara patted her hip gently and guided her off her lap before standing up and walking over to an area of the room where she got something that looked sort of like a box but it was hollow in the middle and on the sides. It had three padded sides at the top, with four posts supporting it. She placed it down on the bench and smiled before putting her legs on either side of the bench and laying underneath it.

Trinity looked at her, shocked as she realized it so it was easier for her to sit on the dom’s face. She turned a deep shade of red.

Yara grabbed the sides and sat up to look at her. “What’s wrong scaredy cat? Come here.”

Trinity crawled over her body, swallowing as she straddled the dom’s waist. She imagined the dom wearing a strap, and sitting in her lap riding it until her legs collapsed. She climbed over her face and spread her legs over Yara’s body, placing her feet beside Yara’s chest on the bench. She put her hands behind her to hold her still as she lowered herself. “You know I was a gymnast…” She didn’t know why she said that, she didn’t even know if she had permission to speak.

Yara laughed and pressed a kiss against her thigh before she reached up and gripped her hips so she could pull her lower. “You won’t hurt me. I’ll tap three times if I want you off.”

Sweat dripped down Trinity’s forehead as she felt Yara’s nose touch her. She was still so sensitive from the ruthless orgasm Yara tore out of her only minutes prior. She had never quite gotten used to the feeling of someone going down on her. She enjoyed it. But she never asked for it. It felt so uncomfortable too. She had plenty of hookups with women who didn’t reciprocate. Many did, but she felt weird about it for some reason. When it wasn’t something that they truly seemed to want to do. She hated the idea of someone between her legs just to return the favor. But Yara, Yara looked at her like she needed to taste her. Yara looked at her like she wouldn’t let her leave unless she tasted her first.

Yara nuzzled her nose against Trinity’s lips easing her into her touch. She slipped her tongue out of her mouth carefully, strategically, letting Trinity feel it a little before adding more and more pressure and covering a wider area.

She was still so wet.

Yara was not yet satisfied as she tasted her on her tongue because all she wanted was more. A taste wasn’t enough. She wanted Trinity to flood her face, and drown her with her next orgasm. She wanted her to collapse on top of her body because her legs gave out. Yara groaned happily before she teased Trinity’s opening with her tongue. She could taste the aftereffects of her release, acidic, and warm, she pushed her tongue inside her and lapped up the taste before letting it sit on her tongue. As she moved her tongue back inside of her she moved her nose back and forth underneath her clit at the same time. She wasn’t quite touching it, but teasing it. Making Trinity crave the contact she so desperately needed for release.

Trinity whimpered, no one had ever fucked her like this. Yara seemed even more desperate than she was to get her off.

Yara tapped her three times and Trinity pulled her hips up.

“Turn around,” Yara commanded.

Trinity quickly obeyed. She turned around above her and Yara immediately reached up and pulled Trinity down further so she was completely covering her face. This angle was better, it would be easier to get her off at this angle.

Trinity could completely lower herself on top of Yara’s face. She rested her hands on the padding as Yara held her in place.

Yara groaned against Trinity’s pussy, sending vibrations throughout the girl's body. She rubbed her face against her, happily drowning herself in pursuit of savoring every last moment between Trinity’s legs. She gripped onto Trinity’s legs tighter and held her down. She moved her shoulders and arms in an attempt to tell her what to do. Demanding Trinity ride her face without using any words at all.

Trinity whimpered as she moved over the top of Yara’s face, riding it by moving her hips and basking in the overwhelming feeling of the dom’s beautiful nose and sharp tongue. She knew Yara was experienced but this was unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was religious, life-changing, as she rocked back and forth her head fell backward and a desperate whine ripped out of her lips like a scream before she flooded Yara with her second life-altering orgasm of the night. Her legs gave out, and she attempted to lift herself off of Yara but Yara held her down in place despite the fact that she was now resting in a kneel above her.

Yara let out a happy breath as she basked in the taste of the young sub. She was beautiful, she wanted to spend hours between her legs doing nothing but tasting her. She wanted to get her off five more times, to dive her fingers inside of her and kiss and lick her until she begged her to stop until she couldn’t speak until she knew nothing but her dom. It was dangerous, the release Trinity’s orgasm gave her. She still had all of her clothes on yet all the stress of the past few weeks had melted from her body. After a few moments, she helped Trinity off of her and caught her breath before sitting up and pulling Trinity into her arms. She would usually praise a sub right away but she wasn’t thinking clearly, she leaned in and kissed her.

Trinity kissed her back, immediately and passionately as if she had been craving her tongue between hers.

Yara’s hand slipped into her hair and pulled her closely. “Such a good girl.” She whispered after a few minutes of kissing.

“Thank you,” Trinity said shyly.

Yara reached over and grabbed the blanket again and pulled it over them. “We can go somewhere more comfortable if you wanna cuddle...” Yara whispered hopefully, for once she truly wished a sub would milk as much aftercare as possible from her.

Trinity nodded quietly. “You’ll go with me?”

Yara nodded. “I will.”

James smirked as he looked down at the naked man. It was beautiful. Having a near stranger submitting to you, and trusting you so deeply. He had no choice but to feel moved by it. That didn’t stop him from wanting to break the boy. He looked over his shoulder and blew Sienna a kiss.

She smiled and caught it with a silly face.

She got him.

She was his everything.

Lynx was important to him too but Sienna was the first person who truly got him to open up after his husband’s death. Reed and him had always been close, he was the only dom that he let this close to him, he was his brother, he loved him dearly but he couldn’t save him. After he lost his husband he lived inches away from an edge that only Sienna could save him from. He thought he was saving her, or maybe helping her, she was a ball of stress and trauma so tightly wound that she wouldn’t let anyone in when he met her. He gave her an outlet to let all that go, and in exchange she saved him. He felt like himself again, the man his husband married.

He took a deep breath and pressed his thumb inside the man, feeling just how stretched out he was. “What did you use to do this?” He moved his thumb out of him and replaced it with two fingers, easing them inside of him.

Dennis hesitated to answer, he felt weird saying it.

James lifted his other hand and smacked Dennis’s ass with the back of it.

“A dildo.”

Reed laughed. “You can use one but you’re too shy to say it?”

Whitaker’s stomach burned at the way Reed teased him.

“How big?”

He hated talking about it. He hated doing it. It never came easy to him. “Like six, or seven inches I think.”

“You use it often?” James slipped another finger inside of him with ease. He could have shoved himself right inside of the man and he likely wouldn’t have complained that much. He found his prostate and smiled as he pressed up against it.

Dennis groaned, feeling sick to his stomach. “Yes.”

“How often?” Reed asked as he reached into his boxers and started stroking himself in front of Dennis’s face. He kept himself covered, but he loved the way he stared. His mouth fell open.

James smacked him again.

Dennis shook his head and looked up at Reed’s eyes apologetically. “Almost every day.”

Reed smiled. “You need it badly don’t you?”

“Yes. Sir.”

“You practice with your mouth too or just that ass?”

“I have two, one I usually use to do that and one to play with.”

Reed laughed at his verbiage. “You sure are a virginal slut.”

Dennis licked his bottom lip as his eyes fell back down Reed’s body and to his crotch. He had pulled himself out of his boxers. Dennis’s eyes widened as he saw it. He drooled, thinking about the man’s big hands gripping his head as he fucked his throat. Maybe Reed didn’t even need two hands to do it, he likely only needed one.

James took out his fingers and slipped a condom on and lubed up his cock before sliding it between Dennis’s cheeks, teasing him with it.

Dennis’s head leaned back as he felt James tease him.

James placed his hands on the boy’s hips and started to press inside him. Normally he’d be a lot gentler, but the boy was desperate for cruelty. But even though he was pressing inside him faster than he normally would, the boy was pushing out around him, without James ever having to tell him to do so. He bottomed out inside him with almost no resistance. James gripped his hips and took a shallow, impressed breath. Some men weren’t made for it, they tried but they weren’t born to do it, this one was a natural. He craved it, needed it and James could feel his desperation for it as he filled him like he was completing a part of his soul by providing it to him.

Dennis squeezed around him, letting out a pleased noise at how good it felt to have someone inside him again.

“How many men have you let do this to you?” James asked accusingly as he started to slip further out of him.

Dennis whined. “I don’t know.”

“Lost count? Such a dirty little thing aren’t you? Hope we don’t catch something.” Reed spit. It wasn’t something he’d normally say, or ever imply but it was something Dennis had specifically asked for. Reed brushed his fingers into Dennis’s hair. “It’s only fair I let you have it like you’re used to, from both ends..”

Dennis whimpered, nodding his head and opening his mouth like the needy mutt he was.

“You gonna keep those teeth to yourself?”

Dennis nodded.

Reed lifted his cock and lined it up with Dennis’s mouth then let go of his head. If he wanted it, he was going to have to work for it.

Dennis’s head drooped slightly when Reed let go of it, but he wrapped his lips around the head of his cock and swirled his tongue around it desperate to get it deeper into his throat. He wanted to be so overwhelmed with them inside him that he was incapable of thinking about anything else. He opened his throat wider, as wide as he could from such an unfortunate angle, and sunk down deeper around him until he gagged, once then came up a bit. He took another breath out of his nose and sank deeper then closed his eyes around it, seeming content to rest there for a few minutes with Reed’s cock blocking off his throat.

“Mhm, that’s it fag.”

Dennis made a quiet noise around Reed’s cock, his mind slipping away from him.

“You like that don’t you, being told what you are?”

Dennis sunk his throat deeper, in an attempt to reply.

“Color, give me one finger for red, two for yellow, three for green,” Reed said as James pushed all the way back inside of him causing a noise that sounded like a shriek to rip from the boy.

Dennis held up three fingers behind his back.

Reed was impressed, he thought it may have earned at least a yellow. Most new subs that come in wanting to be treated badly quickly realize it’s not really something they want. “Hope you’re wearing a condom, these are the dangerous ones,” Reed said to James. He knew he was. They never played with strangers without one, it wasn’t good etiquette. He regularly fucked Lynx and Sienna raw and… his ex before they broke up but never strangers and never without a conversation first. They were all regularly tested and they rarely had sex outside of with each other. He bucked his hips, sending his cock deeper into the boy’s throat.

Dennis whimpered, his throat spasming as Reed decided to take control of him again.

James was overwhelmed with the boy, as hard as he tried to keep his composure Dennis seemed like he knew the exact way to get him to fuck him how he wanted. James knew how he wanted it, he dug his nails in deeper and started to roughen his thrusts but kept his steady pace. The boy was used to it fast and hard, but he was going to give it to him hard and slow. Painstakingly slow.

As James got rougher, so did Reed.

But Reed struggled with the position. He looked at James and made a circle gesture with his finger, the position wasn’t ideal. He wanted to turn him over.

James shook his head immediately and mouthed fuck no with a playful smile. He was too pleased by the man’s ass arched in front of him, pulling him in deeper with every thrust. It was the ideal position to fuck him as deep as he wanted. If Reed wanted to fuck him on his back after that was fine with him but he wasn’t letting the twink budge until he was done with him. He gripped Dennis’s hips and increased his pace by just a little.

Dennis let out a pleased moan.

As soon as the boy got used to it, James slowed down again. He wanted to tease him, to let him know that he was doing this for his own pleasure, not the boys, that he could take away anything he gave him just as quickly as he gave it to him.

As Lynx watched the way they treated him, he found his jealousy diminishing. He had no desire to be fucked the way his doms fucked the younger man. It was cruel, devoid of care, and it would drive him crazy. He was a masochist, but he struggled when they held themselves back from him. He craved them in their truest forms, they were gentle sadists, and they'd whip him and tell him it’s because they loved him, because they wanted him to be better. That was what he needed. This was just cruelty.

Sienna had a similar reaction, enthralled by the scene but scared of the way they behaved during it. She required a much more gentle hand that regularly reassured and praised her but the stranger didn’t ask for that despite knowing he could have anything. He asked for the coldness, for the cruelty, and that was foreign to her.

As James got rougher, tears started to fall from Dennis’s eyes.

Reed lifted Dennis’s head off of him and slapped his face. “Look at me.”

Dennis’s head drooped side to side, going wherever Reed pulled it.

“Open your mouth.”

Dennis’s mouth fell back open, his tears continued to fall down his face alongside the sweat falling from his forehead. His whole body moved with the force of James’s controlled thrusts.

Reed held his mouth open and spat in it. He clamped Dennis’s mouth shut and crouched down so he was at eye level with him and the table. He slapped the boy's face again to regain his attention. “He’s going nice and slow isn’t he.”

James gave him a look and sped up.

Dennis blinked.

Reed hit his face again. “Isn't he?”

Dennis nodded.

“I hope you know I won’t be going that easy on you.”

“No?” Dennis squeaked.

“No, I'm not even gonna give you a break. As soon as he’s done I’m gonna fuck you however I please until I’m done with you.”

Dennis swallowed and nodded his head.

“You know why?”

“Why?”

James gave Reed a look, he was close. He started to move his hips hard and fast, slapping them against Dennis’s in a way that echoed across the room.

“Because that’s all you deserve.”

Dennis nodded, and more tears fell down his face.

“Yes?”

“Yes.” Dennis cried out as he came on the table underneath his body.

“Fucking hell.” James finished inside him.

James groaned as he rubbed his eyebrows and laughed. He brought his hand back down over Dennis’s ass with a smile.“Jesus Christ, you really do like it rough.”

Dennis’s body was shaking. He felt lightheaded like he wouldn’t know how to move even if he had permission to do so.

“Undo his restraints, I want him on his back.” Reed gripped Dennis’s hair again and lifted his head.

Dennis made a quiet noise from the pain.

“You will use your safeword if you need to, yes?”

He nodded meekly. “Yes sir.”

“Good.” Reed looked over at Lynx who seemed to be watching with a far less jealous look on his face. He found himself imagining what it would be like to watch Lynx ride the pretty stranger but quickly shook the thought out of his head. He didn’t let his subs play with strangers, they were far too valuable to be tainted by people he didn’t even know.

James uncuffed Dennis and placed his arms at his side. “Dallas, can Sienna help me undo your restraints?”

“Yes sir,” Dennis replied it felt sorta nice that they didn’t know his name. He didn’t want to hear his name anyway. He wanted to feel detached from his body, he wanted to float away from it all. He rolled his shoulders back, he wanted to stretch but not too much so that it got him in trouble with Reed. He was unsure of what his instructions were for the moment.

“You can stretch. Do you need water?” Reed asked from above him.

Dennis laid his shoulders flat beside him and placed his hands under his stomach. He laid his head back down on the wood and smiled slightly. “No sir.”

Reed nearly forgot how to breathe at the sight of the young man. He couldn’t resist being tender with him, even if the boy didn’t want it. He brushed his fingers through his hair. “Are you sure? Do you need a break?”

Dennis flinched slightly at the touch. He felt the shackles release his ankles.

Reed pulled his hand away. “You can stand up.”

Sienna handed Reed a condom and Reed smiled. “Thank you, baby.”

Dennis brought his feet together and stood up, arching his back and stretching his arms behind him. He rubbed at his neck slightly before rolling his shoulders back and wiping the sweat off of his forehead. He looked at Reed expectantly.

Reed stared back at him. He wanted to check-in. He wanted to sit him down and tell him he wasn’t getting any more until he knew he was okay. But this man was not his. He did not have a right to probe through the reasons he was here and decide if he was okay with them. He was here to give him what he asked for and safeword if he was uncomfortable doing so. “You don’t need anything.”

Dennis scratched the back of his arm as he shook his head. “I’m good.”

Reed reached up and gripped the back of Dennis’s hair as he thought about what he was about to do to him. Fucking someone with no restraint was something he normally wouldn’t do, especially to a stranger. But if he let the boy go out there into the club he knew he’d find someone else to do it and at the end of the day, Reed was a selfish man. “Color.” He spits out cruelly.

“Green,” Dennis whispered like a challenge, beckoning Reed to do his worst.

Reed pushed Dennis’s head out of his hand and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. He guided him over to a lower table. This one was padded and seemed a lot more comfortable to have sex on.

If Dennis were naive he would believe the man was going soft on him, but he had a feeling his choice was not one made out of the kindness of his heart.

“Turn around.” Reed barked like a drill sergeant.

Dennis spun around and looked up at him. He smiled. He knew he shouldn’t. He wasn’t the type to question authority but Reed made him feel nervous. The type of way you felt before you went to prom at seventeen not knowing if your date expected you to put out. Reed made him feel nervous, like a girl, desperate and giggly. He wanted to flirt, to bat his eyelashes at him and seduce him like he was seducing a married man.

“You think you’re cute.” Reed looked down at him, he lifted his hand and placed it around his thin neck.

Dennis’s eyes softened, he didn’t know. He wanted Reed to think he was cute.

Reed squeezed Dennis’s throat in that oh-so-perfect way that made the boy putty in his hands and his small cock spring back to life with newfound excitement.

Dennis made a cute noise, his eyes fluttering back open so they could look up into Reed’s with a look that made the dom shove him back onto the table. He whimpered when he hit the padding and spread his legs slightly making room for Reed to join him.

“You like getting fucked on your back or stomach more?” Reed asked as he pulled Dennis’s ankle and yanked him a little closer to the edge. He spread his legs further and climbed over him like an animal about to devour its prey.

“I like whatever you like sir,” Dennis whispered.

Reed would normally roll his eyes at a comment like that coming from a stranger. But this was different. This was dangerous. Dennis said it like a confession like he was bearing his heart, like it was love, not lust. He was dangerous. Reed lost himself in his trance. “Whatever I like, hm?” He whispered against his neck. He’s not yours, you don’t know him, he’s a stranger. He tried to remind himself.

“Anything that pleases you,” Dennis whispered.

Reed slipped himself inside him without giving him a warning, nor any time to anticipate it.“As hard as I want?”

Dennis let out a quiet mewl, he arched his head back. He wanted to touch the dom so badly but he said couldn’t. He didn’t want to scare him away. He was content to lie there and take whatever the man gave him. It was a test and it was one he didn’t plan on failing. “As hard as you want.”

“What is he doing?” Sienna asked as she made herself comfortable in James’s lap.

James shook his head as he watched them. “I have no idea kid.”

“I’ve never seen him do a scene with a stranger?”

“He doesn’t usually.”

“What’s with them?”

“He was like this with Lynx at first. It was like he became another person. Rules are only rules until he feels like breaking them for the right boy.”

Reed thrust up sharply inside him as he buried his face against his neck. He wrapped his hand back around the boy’s throat and squeezed. “That’s how you need it, huh?” He whispered as he gave him another rough thrust.

Dennis started to tear up again as he nodded. “Please.”

“Shut up fag.” He growled in his face.

Dennis nodded, he swallowed as he closed his eyes and let himself let go.

“Don’t pass out on me, I might just keep going,” Reed whispered. He wouldn’t, it wasn’t something they discussed but threats of non-consensual scenarios were. Dennis wanted to feel the thrill of the edge. Reed was willing to take him there. He wanted to make the man happy, he wanted to give him what he wanted. He wanted him. He wanted to bring him in here and do a simple scene where he taught him how to kneel and sent him home without getting him off. He wanted him to come back crawling to him, begging for him to train him. He wanted the beautiful young boy following him around the club unable to be touched by anyone else. He wanted to make him his. He was selfish. He knew nothing about him. He couldn’t want him. He told Lynx he was a random sub, there was no reason for him to be jealous. But my god the boy was beautiful and he wanted him. Even if it was only for the night.

Dennis’s tears streamed down his face. He hiccuped as he cried.

Reed smiled. “Can’t take it?” He pulled out further and slammed his hips back against his ass. “Too much for you yet? Give me a color.”

Dennis shook his head, he refused to safeword. “Green.” He choked on his own sob.

“You can hold on if you want.” Reed bit at his neck.

Dennis had never been fucked like this before. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. His head throbbed.

Reed leaned his weight down on his arm on the table beside Dennis’s head as he fucked him deeper. “You really will keep going no matter what won’t you?”

Dennis whimpered, nodding his head as he cried.

“Take it like such a good boy.. does your daddy know you fuck like a faggot?”

Dennis cried out pathetically and came all over his stomach.

“Is that what does it for you baby?” Reed tried to control himself but when Dennis looked back up at him with tear-stained eyes he let go of whatever he was holding back and fucked him relentlessly until he finished inside of him.

Dennis felt like he could throw up.

Reed carefully pulled out of him and examined the man’s body.

Dennis felt like everything was happening in slow motion.

“You okay?”

Dennis swallowed around nothing as he lay there bare on the table surrounded by strangers. He went to sit up but Reed placed his hand on his chest. “Hey, it’s okay you can lay there for a minute. Tell me what you need.”

He suddenly felt scared. He wanted Trinity. But Trinity was busy. He looked up at Reed, scared.

Reed moved his hand and backed away. “Just stay here, I wanna make sure you’re okay. Do you want Sienna to bring you whatever you want?”

Dennis looked over at her and nodded. “Okay.”

Reed walked over to them and Jack gave him a confused look. “He wants you to help if that’s okay with you.” He said to Sienna.

“He alright?”

“He’s a tough case, I think he’s scared of me touching him now,” Reed said in confusion.

“After that?” Jack asked.

“He must compartmentalize it. He’s fine with it during sex I guess.” Reed looked over his shoulder at him. “Sie, get him something to wear, something warm, and something to drink.”

She nodded as she slipped off of Jack’s lap and put some pants on.

“Come here,” Jack said quietly, patting the chair beside him.

Reed shook his head. “I’m fine.”

“Now.” Jack snapped.

Reed looked at him and nodded. Jack was right, he was spiraling. It wasn’t good for anyone.

“You want me to get Lynx?” Jack asked as Reed sat down beside him.

Reed nodded. “Yeah.” He looked over at Lynx who raised his eyebrows flirtatiously at him.

Jack kissed Reed’s cheek and grabbed his favorite knife before heading over to cut him down. He was cautious as he walked near Dennis, he didn’t want to startle the boy. He was quick to get Lynx down. He was a lot less bratty than when he was tied up but somehow still seemed like he was ready to say something smart. “You know I love when you have a knife.” He purred as James cut his hands free.

James looked up into his eyes and smiled. “I’d use it on you if you weren’t already so beaten.”

“Probably not a good night, you know I do have work tomorrow.”

“Maybe you can use it on me.” James teased.

“I’ve been told I have very steady hands.”

Once he was down and free James gave him a quick kiss. “Go see him, I’ll get something to take care of these.” He looked down at the deep red marks on Lynx’s skin. He walked over to the small fridge in the corner and opened it. He grabbed some healing lotion and a water bottle before following Lynx back to Reed.

Sienna came back into the room with a heated blanket, some clothes, and a water bottle. She approached Dennis slowly. “Hey, I have some clothes and a blanket for you. Do you need anything else?”

Dennis shook his head as he looked at her. She was really pretty. He thought about Trinity. “I have a friend here, she went off with a dom that had her hair tied back and was wearing pants. Is there a way I can see if she’s done?”

“Do you know what name she used?”

“The dom’s name was Yara.”

Sienna’s eyes widened slightly and she nodded. “I can work with that. I’ll see. Is there anything else I can do?”

Dennis shook his head.

“Is it okay if Reed talks to you before you leave? He won’t sleep if things are left like this. He worries.” Sienna said softly.

Dennis nodded. “It’s okay.”

“Think about if there’s anything else you need, I’ll see what I can find out about your friend.”

Dennis smiled. “Thank you.”

Sienna smiled.“If she’s with Yara she’s in good hands.”

Reed opened his arms and Lynx crawled into them. “Sorry I didn’t cut you down” Reed whispered as his lips lingered over Lynx’s neck.

Lynx shook his head. “Don’t be.”

Reed kissed him.

“You gonna take me home?” Lynx whispered.

Reed wrapped his arms around his sub's body and nodded his head. “If you’ll have me.”

Lynx laid his head against his shoulder.“Always.”

Sienna walked up to them. “He’s asking to see his friend but she’s scening with Yara. He said he’ll talk to you, sir.” She said to Jack then turned towards Reed at the end.

Reed nodded. “Is it okay if James takes care of you, baby?” Reed looked down at the red marks covering Lynx’s body.

“Only fair considering he did most of this.” He said cutely.

“Page Yara and see what she’s up to. I still want him watched over so don't let him leave unless she’ll supervise.” James instructed.

Sienna nodded.

Reed kissed the back of Lynx’s neck. “I’ll make it up to you when we get home.”

Lynx rolled his eyes. “I’m plenty satisfied.” It was true. He didn’t need sex every time. He was more than content with going home and having a nice bath with Reed and sleeping in his arms all night.

“Alright. C’me here Minx.” Lynx crawled off of Reed and stood up. He took James’s hand and let him guide him over to a table where the dom could provide the aftercare his reddened skin clearly needed.

Reed stared at the stranger and carefully stood up. He pulled on some clothes he didn’t even see someone lay out for him. He walked over to him and walked in front of him. He stood as far back as he could.

Dennis looked up at him. “I’m sorry.” He said quietly.

Reed shook his head. “Don’t be. Is it okay if I come a little closer?”

Dennis nodded.

Reed sat down beside him.

Dennis looked at him and smiled carefully.

“You scared me,” Reed said quietly.

“I know.”

“That’s okay. You probably didn’t know you’d react like that. Next time you’ll be more prepared.”

“I don’t know if there will be a next time,” Dennis said quietly.

Reed sighed. “I'm sorry. I didn’t want you to have a bad experience.”

“I didn’t,” Dennis said quietly.

Reed looked up at him, a broken look on his face. “That kind of reaction, the way you looked at me. I’ve never had someone do that.”

“It’s not you,” Dennis whispered. Reaching out his hand as an offering of touch.

Reed looked down at Dennis’s hand. “Is it okay if I hold you?”

Dennis nodded carefully.

Reed wrapped his arms around the boy and immediately felt his body relax. “I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“You didn’t. You let me have this without hurting me.”

“Is someone hurting you?” Reed asked quietly.

Dennis shook his head. “Just bad experiences back home.”

“Don’t let your first time being rough ruin this for you…there are a lot of ways you can safely get what you’re looking for.”

Dennis nodded. “I’m sorry I scared you.” He blushed as he turned his face into Reed’s chest. “It was really nice.” He swallowed as he thought about it. “Never been fucked like that.” He giggled softly.

Reed squeezed him a little tighter. “I’m just glad you didn’t leave without telling me you’re okay.”

“Sienna said you’d worry.”

Reed laughed. “She’s a little meddlesome but she’s right.”

“Thank you, Reed.”

“You know if you find your way back here, you can ask for me. I can help show you around, and introduce you to good people.”

Dennis nodded. “Thank you.”

Sienna popped back into the room and looked at Reed. “Yara is in a private room with his friend Tris but they’re mostly just talking and she and Tris are both okay if he comes and hangs out with them.”

“Are they fully clothed?” Dennis said with slight disgust.

Sienna giggled and nodded.

“Well. If you wanna go you may.” Reed let go of him.

Dennis looked at him and nodded. “Thank you.”

Reed smiled. “No problem kid.”

Dennis stood up and looked over at James.

James waved with a smile. “See you around pretty boy.”

Dennis smiled. “Bye.”

“I’ll walk you there,” Sienna said with a smile.

Dennis nodded. “Thank you for your help.”

She smiled as they walked. “I like helping people.”

Dennis nodded his head as they walked out into the open area of the club. It was a lot less crowded now. They walked up to an area that said restricted on the door and he looked over his shoulder. “Won’t you get in trouble?” He asked naively.

She laughed as she scanned her bracelet and opened the door. “Members and guests only.” She hummed as she opened the door for him. He followed her up some stairs and down a hallway before they walked up to a door that had a red light above it. Sienna knocked twice.

“Come in doll.”

Sienna opened the door and Dennis met eyes with Trinity who was getting fed a chocolate-covered strawberry by the dom. As soon as she saw Dennis she smiled and giggled.

“Are you sure I’m not interrupting?” Dennis asked. He felt sick.

Yara, the dom shook her head. “Not at all. She was asking about you but I had no idea where you were or who you were playing with. So when darling Sienna showed up I was impressed.”

Sienna smiled at Yara. “Nice to see you, ma’am.”

“Always a pleasure darling. You can leave him.”

“Have a nice night Dallas, hope to see you back soon.”

“Thank you again,” Dennis told her before he stepped inside the room.

Trinity patted the space beside her on the bed they sat on and he looked to Yara for permission.

“We’re just hanging out, you can come in. I told Reed and James I’d look after you.”

He finally took that as permission and joined Trinity on the bed.

“Reed and James?! Two doms?” Trinity asked as she lifted a strawberry to his lips and attempted to feed him.

He laughed and pushed her hand away. “Stop.”

She giggled. “So Dallas. How was your night?” Trinity asked.

He turned a little red. “Good.”

“How good?”

“Really good.” He smiled. “What about you?”

“Oh huckleberry, don’t you worry about those earplugs. I think I’m going to sleep like a baby.”

Epilogue

“As you can see we have some new faces with us this morning. Good morning, good morning. Come on over.”

Whitaker’s heart dropped through his ass as he heard the familiar voice. He almost dropped Mckay’s coffee as his eyes fell over the man’s face. He turned him out completely as he introduced another doctor. He noticed the man behind him, he hadn’t recognized him at first when he called Mckay but it was him. Lynx. Whitaker couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Trinity Santos intern.”

“Victoria Javadi MS3”

Dennis stared up into his eyes as he made eye contact with the man from the club. Reed. Dr. Robinavitch. Dennis's face fell. “Dennis Whitaker MS4.”

Dr. Robinavitch forced a smile and took a shallow breath. “Welcome to the pitt.”